Drifting upon the tides
where whispers paint the waves
a vessel dreams, in hollow echo
of moonlight weaved in silver strands.
Forgotten songs of ocean deep,
lapping at the shores of sleep,
the tide’s embrace, a lullaby
in rhythms woven tight and loose.
Link your heart to the fin'd light,
that sparks beneath the brine—
follow the whispers, light as air,
to where the dreams leave nightly fare.
Catch the Echo
Follow the Journey
Converse with the Current